A Night at the Club
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
7,200
Reviews:
31
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
First Encounters
Hey guys! This is my first story here! Please R&R!
I do not own any characters, except for the ones that I create. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling *tear*
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It was 8:37 on a Monday morning in late August when a certain twenty-two year old Gryffindor slammed her hand down on the sleep button, momentarily pausing the incessant beeping that had roused her from her slumber. She pulled the blankets over her head and curled into a little ball, desperately attempting to regain the last fragments of sleep before beginning her day. She was rudely jolted awake, yet again, when a large, bandy-legged, ginger-colored ball of fluff managed to kamikaze itself into her stomach, resulting in painful “OOF!” that escaped his owner’s lips.
“GET OFF CROOKSHANKS!” Hermione yelled, not so ladylike. She flipped the covers, causing Crookshanks to fly off her bed, screeching as if the Devil himself were on his trail. Hermione once again pulled the covers over her head, muttering. “Damn cat…”
She had just managed to get comfortable again when the alarm went off again, eliciting a groan from the not so sleeping beauty. True, she had grown into a gorgeous young woman, her body filling out in the right places the summer before her seventh year. Apparently, her mother failed to mention that she was a late bloomer, which might have saved her countless nights of grief if she had known then that she would have a ‘killer bod’ as many of the wizards she had met told her.
But right now, she was nowhere near beautiful. In fact, she wasn’t anywhere near presentable. Her hair was sticking up at odd angles, the bushiness was even more apparent because of the massive amount of tangles that can only be caused by rolling around repeatedly in one’s sleep. Add that with the fact that she most definitely was not a morning person, and she resembled nothing short of a saber-toothed tiger that was on the brink of starvation and had just seen the last bit of meat hop right past him. She was rabid.
She rolled over, flipped her alarm off and grudgingly got up out of bed, making her way towards the shower with Crookshanks mewing at her ankles for breakfast. She paid him no heed as she crossed into the bathroom, carelessly throwing her clothes on the floor as she prepared for her shower. She reached in and turned a faucet, too dazed to realize which one and upon stepping into the shower, she screamed and jumped out again, realizing that in her moment of sleepiness, she had managed to make the water scalding hot.
Sighing she adjusted the temperature and proceeded with her shower.
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Several minutes later, she stepped out of her bathroom, wrapped in a light pink fluffy bathrobe with her wrapped in a pink towel turban. She picked up the haphazardly strewn clothing and chunked them into the hamper. She bent over and picked up Crookshanks, who was still mewing at her ankles, and carried him into the kitchen, where he received a glorious breakfast of canned cat food. After gingerly sniffing it for a moment, he hungrily devoured his meal.
Hermione grabbed her wand off the kitchen counter and quickly made herself a breakfast of an egg white omelet, two pieces of toast with strawberry jam, and cool glass of orange juice. She has just began eating her meal when she glanced at the clock and realized that she had fifteen minutes to get dressed and get across town for her Transformation Potions class that she needed in order to become a full fledged Potions Mistress.
Pulling her wet hair in a sleek knot at the back of her head, she slipped on a gray pleated skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees and a white short-sleeved blouse. She pulled a black sweater on and a pair of black stilettos before grabbing her purse and apparating to the apparation point on campus. Upon reaching there, she realized that she had apparated upon a puddle of mud that was slowing ruining her shoes. She sighed as she began walking towards the potions building. Today was not going to be a good day.
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“Today, class, we will be discussing the components and effects of the Polyjuice Potion. Can anyone tell me the most difficult ingredient to find for this potion?” Hermione yawned and raised her hand lazily. “Yes, Hermione?”
“The most difficult ingredient to find would be the powdered horn of a bicorn.”
“Bravo! That is correct! This potion is incredibly difficult to brew, as the process takes a month and most of the ingredients are very hard to come by…” Hermione slipped into a stupor, tuning out the relentless drone of her professor on the effects of the Polyjuice Potion. There was no need for it, as she had successfully brewed and tested the concoction in her second year. She sighed heavily as her eyelids began to droop close…
“Miss Granger, it would do you well to learn about the Polyjuice Potion!” her professor’s face loomed in dangerously close as she was abruptly awakened.
“I apologize professor, it will not happen again.” He nodded curtly as he continued teaching the class for the day. Hermione sighed, knowing that she said done something she had vowed never to do when she started school. She NEVER fell asleep in class, even in her third year when she was so dreadfully exhausted because of that time turner, and even then she managed to stay awake in all of her classes.
Once class had been released at 11:30, Hermione met up with her friends and classmates, Hallie and Jessica, and they all set out to a small little Muggle pizzeria down the road a bit, all the while Hallie and Jessica, explaining to Hermione about the fun they had planned for that evening.
“Well, ‘Mione, there’s this huge party down at Magic Wand, and everyone under the age of twenty-five gets in free! Come on! It’ll be tons of fun!”
“I don’t know, Jess. I’ve never really been to a club, and lord knows I have nothing to wear…”
“Nonsense! We’re going shopping after lunch and finding you the perfect outfit. We’ll stop by your house at about 8:30 to pick you up. You’re coming with us tonight and having a ball!”
“It just better not be a skank outfit like last time you tried this.”
Jessica and Hallie erupted in giggles, which only caused Hermione to be even more skeptical about the evening. Soon, their pizza had arrived and all talk about the party had evaporated as the three discussed who the hottest Wizard was in this month’s issue of Wizard Mania.
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Around 3:00, Hermione stumbled into her apartment, clearly exhausted. The after lunch shopping trip wore Hermione out immensely. They were only there to get one outfit, and she somehow managed to end up with several along with many pairs of shoes. Her arms ached as she threw the bags on the ground, kicked off her shoes, and climbed into bed, falling asleep in the instant her head hit the pillow. Crookshanks came and curled up near her and mewed quietly, until he himself fell asleep.
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Hermione awoke from her slumber to loud, incessant banging at her door. She slid slowly out of bed, not bothering to fix her shirt or skirt as she trudged to the door, opening it up to reveal both Hallie and Jessica, dressed like they were looking for a hot body to snuggle up with, but still managed to look classy.
Both were absolutely shocked when noticed that Hermione still was in the clothes she had been wearing previously, and her hair was falling out of the knot she had it in earlier, sticking out at odd angles. They both shrieked, startling Hermione, and pushed her into her bathroom.
“Hermione! Don’t you know what time it is?! I gave you specific instructions! You needed to be ready to go by this time, not just getting up!”
“Calm down, Hal! I’ll be ready in thirty minutes tops!” Hallie and Jessica pick up the bag with her outfit in it and shoved her into the bathroom, causing Hermione to stumble a bit from the force.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione walked out of the bathroom wearing a burgundy strapless top that had the hem cut at a slant, and laced across her back, and a pair of slimming black dress slacks that flared at the ankles. On her feet, she adorned black high-heeled strappy sandals. Her hair was sleek and smooth and pulled into a half bun at the back of her head, with the rest of her long tresses falling gracefully across her back.
“Oh wow, Hermione! You look absolutely gorgeous! Every man there will be falling over himself in front of you!”
Hermione turned and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, turning slightly to see her back, and found herself to be pleased with the view. She smiled as she grabbed her small black clutch and left with Hallie and Jessica to the club.
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The club was packed to the brim, but as Jessica knew the bouncer there, they were granted VIP passage. The smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol assaulted their noses as they made their way through the throng of people grinding against each other. They found an open table with a good view of the club, and smiled to themselves when they noticed the enormous crowd of good-looking males present. A waiter came over and they ordered three dry martinis, while scanning the crowd for potential.
The waiter returned quickly with their drinks, and they eagerly drank up, allowing the alcohol to gain the upper hand on their emotions. The drinks kept coming, and they began to feel slightly disoriented.
“Hey, Hermione. You see that guy standing next to the bar?” Jessica said, with a slight slur in her speech.
“The one with the long black hair?”
“Yeah, that one. He’s pretty damn fine.”
“I agree.”
“I dare you to go ask him to dance.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“I’ll tell the whole bar that you’re a virgin and wish to be deflowered by the person who bids the highest amount.”
Hermione looked at her friend in shock, blaming her behavior all on the alcohol. She sighed loudly.
“Fine. I’ll go ask him to dance.”
“WOOHOO! Go get ‘em, tiger!” Jessica and Hallie winked at her as she made her way across the dance floor to the bar. Upon reaching her prey, she noticed that he was dressed in a loose black dress shirt, and form fitting black slacks, which outlined the shape of his very nice ass for her viewing pleasure. Breathing in deeply and gathering her courage, she reached up and snaked her arm around his shoulders.
“Hey cutie. How about a dance?” She said, using the most seductive voice she could muster.
“I would be delighted, Miss Granger”, said an all too familiar voice that caught Hermione off guard. The man turned to face her, and her eyes widened in realization and shock.
“Professor Snape?!”
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I do not own any characters, except for the ones that I create. Everything else belongs to JK Rowling *tear*
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It was 8:37 on a Monday morning in late August when a certain twenty-two year old Gryffindor slammed her hand down on the sleep button, momentarily pausing the incessant beeping that had roused her from her slumber. She pulled the blankets over her head and curled into a little ball, desperately attempting to regain the last fragments of sleep before beginning her day. She was rudely jolted awake, yet again, when a large, bandy-legged, ginger-colored ball of fluff managed to kamikaze itself into her stomach, resulting in painful “OOF!” that escaped his owner’s lips.
“GET OFF CROOKSHANKS!” Hermione yelled, not so ladylike. She flipped the covers, causing Crookshanks to fly off her bed, screeching as if the Devil himself were on his trail. Hermione once again pulled the covers over her head, muttering. “Damn cat…”
She had just managed to get comfortable again when the alarm went off again, eliciting a groan from the not so sleeping beauty. True, she had grown into a gorgeous young woman, her body filling out in the right places the summer before her seventh year. Apparently, her mother failed to mention that she was a late bloomer, which might have saved her countless nights of grief if she had known then that she would have a ‘killer bod’ as many of the wizards she had met told her.
But right now, she was nowhere near beautiful. In fact, she wasn’t anywhere near presentable. Her hair was sticking up at odd angles, the bushiness was even more apparent because of the massive amount of tangles that can only be caused by rolling around repeatedly in one’s sleep. Add that with the fact that she most definitely was not a morning person, and she resembled nothing short of a saber-toothed tiger that was on the brink of starvation and had just seen the last bit of meat hop right past him. She was rabid.
She rolled over, flipped her alarm off and grudgingly got up out of bed, making her way towards the shower with Crookshanks mewing at her ankles for breakfast. She paid him no heed as she crossed into the bathroom, carelessly throwing her clothes on the floor as she prepared for her shower. She reached in and turned a faucet, too dazed to realize which one and upon stepping into the shower, she screamed and jumped out again, realizing that in her moment of sleepiness, she had managed to make the water scalding hot.
Sighing she adjusted the temperature and proceeded with her shower.
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Several minutes later, she stepped out of her bathroom, wrapped in a light pink fluffy bathrobe with her wrapped in a pink towel turban. She picked up the haphazardly strewn clothing and chunked them into the hamper. She bent over and picked up Crookshanks, who was still mewing at her ankles, and carried him into the kitchen, where he received a glorious breakfast of canned cat food. After gingerly sniffing it for a moment, he hungrily devoured his meal.
Hermione grabbed her wand off the kitchen counter and quickly made herself a breakfast of an egg white omelet, two pieces of toast with strawberry jam, and cool glass of orange juice. She has just began eating her meal when she glanced at the clock and realized that she had fifteen minutes to get dressed and get across town for her Transformation Potions class that she needed in order to become a full fledged Potions Mistress.
Pulling her wet hair in a sleek knot at the back of her head, she slipped on a gray pleated skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees and a white short-sleeved blouse. She pulled a black sweater on and a pair of black stilettos before grabbing her purse and apparating to the apparation point on campus. Upon reaching there, she realized that she had apparated upon a puddle of mud that was slowing ruining her shoes. She sighed as she began walking towards the potions building. Today was not going to be a good day.
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“Today, class, we will be discussing the components and effects of the Polyjuice Potion. Can anyone tell me the most difficult ingredient to find for this potion?” Hermione yawned and raised her hand lazily. “Yes, Hermione?”
“The most difficult ingredient to find would be the powdered horn of a bicorn.”
“Bravo! That is correct! This potion is incredibly difficult to brew, as the process takes a month and most of the ingredients are very hard to come by…” Hermione slipped into a stupor, tuning out the relentless drone of her professor on the effects of the Polyjuice Potion. There was no need for it, as she had successfully brewed and tested the concoction in her second year. She sighed heavily as her eyelids began to droop close…
“Miss Granger, it would do you well to learn about the Polyjuice Potion!” her professor’s face loomed in dangerously close as she was abruptly awakened.
“I apologize professor, it will not happen again.” He nodded curtly as he continued teaching the class for the day. Hermione sighed, knowing that she said done something she had vowed never to do when she started school. She NEVER fell asleep in class, even in her third year when she was so dreadfully exhausted because of that time turner, and even then she managed to stay awake in all of her classes.
Once class had been released at 11:30, Hermione met up with her friends and classmates, Hallie and Jessica, and they all set out to a small little Muggle pizzeria down the road a bit, all the while Hallie and Jessica, explaining to Hermione about the fun they had planned for that evening.
“Well, ‘Mione, there’s this huge party down at Magic Wand, and everyone under the age of twenty-five gets in free! Come on! It’ll be tons of fun!”
“I don’t know, Jess. I’ve never really been to a club, and lord knows I have nothing to wear…”
“Nonsense! We’re going shopping after lunch and finding you the perfect outfit. We’ll stop by your house at about 8:30 to pick you up. You’re coming with us tonight and having a ball!”
“It just better not be a skank outfit like last time you tried this.”
Jessica and Hallie erupted in giggles, which only caused Hermione to be even more skeptical about the evening. Soon, their pizza had arrived and all talk about the party had evaporated as the three discussed who the hottest Wizard was in this month’s issue of Wizard Mania.
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Around 3:00, Hermione stumbled into her apartment, clearly exhausted. The after lunch shopping trip wore Hermione out immensely. They were only there to get one outfit, and she somehow managed to end up with several along with many pairs of shoes. Her arms ached as she threw the bags on the ground, kicked off her shoes, and climbed into bed, falling asleep in the instant her head hit the pillow. Crookshanks came and curled up near her and mewed quietly, until he himself fell asleep.
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Hermione awoke from her slumber to loud, incessant banging at her door. She slid slowly out of bed, not bothering to fix her shirt or skirt as she trudged to the door, opening it up to reveal both Hallie and Jessica, dressed like they were looking for a hot body to snuggle up with, but still managed to look classy.
Both were absolutely shocked when noticed that Hermione still was in the clothes she had been wearing previously, and her hair was falling out of the knot she had it in earlier, sticking out at odd angles. They both shrieked, startling Hermione, and pushed her into her bathroom.
“Hermione! Don’t you know what time it is?! I gave you specific instructions! You needed to be ready to go by this time, not just getting up!”
“Calm down, Hal! I’ll be ready in thirty minutes tops!” Hallie and Jessica pick up the bag with her outfit in it and shoved her into the bathroom, causing Hermione to stumble a bit from the force.
Fifteen minutes later, Hermione walked out of the bathroom wearing a burgundy strapless top that had the hem cut at a slant, and laced across her back, and a pair of slimming black dress slacks that flared at the ankles. On her feet, she adorned black high-heeled strappy sandals. Her hair was sleek and smooth and pulled into a half bun at the back of her head, with the rest of her long tresses falling gracefully across her back.
“Oh wow, Hermione! You look absolutely gorgeous! Every man there will be falling over himself in front of you!”
Hermione turned and looked at herself in the full-length mirror, turning slightly to see her back, and found herself to be pleased with the view. She smiled as she grabbed her small black clutch and left with Hallie and Jessica to the club.
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The club was packed to the brim, but as Jessica knew the bouncer there, they were granted VIP passage. The smell of sweat, smoke, and alcohol assaulted their noses as they made their way through the throng of people grinding against each other. They found an open table with a good view of the club, and smiled to themselves when they noticed the enormous crowd of good-looking males present. A waiter came over and they ordered three dry martinis, while scanning the crowd for potential.
The waiter returned quickly with their drinks, and they eagerly drank up, allowing the alcohol to gain the upper hand on their emotions. The drinks kept coming, and they began to feel slightly disoriented.
“Hey, Hermione. You see that guy standing next to the bar?” Jessica said, with a slight slur in her speech.
“The one with the long black hair?”
“Yeah, that one. He’s pretty damn fine.”
“I agree.”
“I dare you to go ask him to dance.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“I’ll tell the whole bar that you’re a virgin and wish to be deflowered by the person who bids the highest amount.”
Hermione looked at her friend in shock, blaming her behavior all on the alcohol. She sighed loudly.
“Fine. I’ll go ask him to dance.”
“WOOHOO! Go get ‘em, tiger!” Jessica and Hallie winked at her as she made her way across the dance floor to the bar. Upon reaching her prey, she noticed that he was dressed in a loose black dress shirt, and form fitting black slacks, which outlined the shape of his very nice ass for her viewing pleasure. Breathing in deeply and gathering her courage, she reached up and snaked her arm around his shoulders.
“Hey cutie. How about a dance?” She said, using the most seductive voice she could muster.
“I would be delighted, Miss Granger”, said an all too familiar voice that caught Hermione off guard. The man turned to face her, and her eyes widened in realization and shock.
“Professor Snape?!”
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